The air smells of rain and the sea…
Insanity is searching for ten different ways to do the same thing before ever trying any of them…
They Called it Poison
Then out to the highlands over shadow we go where candles light the way…
Light the Way
Flames pulled the inner lining of my threadbare jacket The only cover on a soul washed raw A trickle of blood from an injury I never noticed Washed by rain from my face upturned to the sky.